How It Shouldve Ended (imo)

How It Should’ve Ended (imo)

I hated the ending of 7x13 of The 100 so much that I’m retaliating and rewriting the ending cause I don’t even care anymore. RETALIATING ! ! !

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Pointing the gun at Bellamy was a split decision action for Clarke. All she wanted was the book. All she wanted was to keep her daughter safe.

“Don’t make me do this...” Clarke begged.

Bellamy stared at Clarke with tears in his eyes, widening in shock. Was the woman he loved really threatening to shoot him? After everything they’ve been through together, she couldn’t possibly...

“You’re not going to shoot me, Clarke...” Bellamy said and glanced over at the glowing green wormhole to another planet. “The bridge will close...you should go...” He didn’t want her to go though...

“Not without that book.” Clarke said.

“Look at yourself.” Bellamy started. “What you feel right now, the need to protect someone you love so badly, you’re willing to kill your closest friend. Someone you trust, who’s telling you that the fate of the human race is at stake. All that suffering can end. Madi’s suffering too.”

He looked down at the leather covered book in his hands, so tempted to just give up and hand it over...but he knew he couldn’t do that. Not after what he saw in that cave. “I have no choice but to share this...”

“I can’t let them hurt her.” Clarke cried.

“This is how we do better. This is the only way. I’m sorry...” Bellamy whispered and turned to another disciple, beginning to hand over the book. “We need to keep this safe for Cadagon.”

Clarke placed her pointer finger over the trigger, ready to apply the right amount of pressure that would release the bullet to end Bellamy’s life.

Is she really going through with this?

Shots rang out...but none of them hit Bellamy.

Instead, she shot every disciple that was in the room, shocking even Bellamy.

Clarke couldn’t kill him now. She’s never been able to even think about killing him, the thought of losing him too painful. Even when he threatened the lives of the entire human race almost two centuries ago, she couldn’t make it a kill shot.

She couldn’t kill the man she loves.

Clarke stormed over and forcefully took Madi’s book out of his hands, Bellamy didn’t even put up a fight.

“I knew you wouldn’t shoot me...”

Clarke glared up at Bellamy. To anyone else, he would’ve successfully pulled off a poker face. But seeing him close up, he was wearing a ghost of a smile. That was enough to make Clarke slap him.

Bellamy didn’t even have time to register the stinging sensation in his right cheek before the sensation was replaced by another one, a rather pleasant one.

Immediately after slapping Bellamy, Clarke placed her lips on top of his roughly. Her sadness and frustration from his newfound beliefs releasing through the passionate kiss.

Bellamy reciprocated immediately, almost like he was being controlled by some other force that made him act impulsively to fulfill his desire that he knew he shouldn’t be feeling.

For years, both Clarke and Bellamy have dreamed of this moment. They’ve wanted this for so long, but have always been too afraid or the universe somehow managing to split them apart.

But not now.

Clarke pulled away first, finally coming back to her senses and remembering she was limited on time. She looked up at Bellamy, almost blushing when she saw his intense affectionate gaze.

“Snap out of this deluded fantasy you’re living, Bellamy. Do something like this again...I will kill you.”

Bellamy frowned when he saw Clarke lift up the butt of her gun and brought it down harshly on his head, making him fall over on his side.

Bellamy watched the love of his life from the floor as she disappeared into the anomaly.

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Hate. (wrote this while listening to death metal.)

Don’t Leave - Cardinal Copia (Papa Emeritus IV)

This one is also based on dream I had.

My dream was that I was part of the church/ministry/clergy/whatthefuckever and I had to move to either France or Virginia (idk). I didn’t wanna go obviously and told Copia about it. I don’t remember him having that much of a reaction lol. But for the sake of fiction, he did. I moved away in my dream unfortunately, but I’ll make this have a happy ending.😇

Enjoy my subconscious!

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Everyone in the church gasped. Some cried out, some sobbed. But it was most of the same. The news had came.

Papa Nihil was dead.

We were already accepting the new Papa Emeritus the 4th. Everyone loved the Cardinal anyway. But everyone loved Papa Nihil, he was a soft spot for most people. Some members of the church even knew him when he was the first to run the church.

It was a sad day.

On top of that, I had just found out this morning that my parents and I were to move to a different state.

It seemed like it was going to be a week full of bad days.

I tried not to sob when I got dressed for mass this morning. I had no idea what I’d do without this church. It was like a second home to me.

I’d volunteer whenever I could to help the Ministry out. I’m so active in the church that even the Ghouls from the band project knew me! I would’ve become a true member of the church if it wasn’t for my parents.

It’s not like they didn’t approve, but they just needed me.

I was their only child. I wouldn’t want them to think I was leaving them. I couldn’t.

On the other hand, the Ministry has reached out to me and asked if I wanted to become a Sister of Sin multiple times. They love my enthusiasm and think I have the potential to so even more. Sister Imperator actually thinks very highly of me. And Papa Emeritus III, when he was alive, actually sought me out to see if I wanted to join the band (and maybe for other reasons of his own).

I wanted to...I really wanted to. It was even harder to turn down the Cardinal when he asked as well. I just knew my parents needed me.

Coming to this mass knowing it would be my last really hurt, then hearing the news about Nihil...I don’t know how I’ll be able to tell everyone that I have to leave.

After the service, I saw Sister Imperator in the distance, hugging a few people. They were probably giving her their condolences since everyone knew how much they cared for each other.

I trudged over to her sorrowfully, almost hoping that she would be too busy to talk to me. But the universe just had it out for me today, and she quickly noticed how pitiful I looked.

She quickly brought me into a loving embrace, much like a mother’s. I was quickly brought to tears when I thought that this would probably be the last hugging Sister.

“I’m so sorry, Sister.” I cried.

It had a double meaning for me, obviously. I was so sorry about Papa Nihil dying, but I was sorry about having to leave. But she didn’t know the other meaning yet.

“He lived a good life, Y/N.” She whispered, rubbing my back soothingly.

I pulled away from her and scratched the back of my head nervously, avoiding her eyes.

She sighed. “That’s not the only reason you’re sorry. What’s happened?”

“I’m...I’m moving away.” I choked out. Sister Imperator immediately frowned and gave me a sad look. “My parents told me this morning. We leave in two days.”

She quickly pulled me back into a hug. I held on tightly, trying to keep myself from breaking down in front of everyone. “Have you told Cardinal yet?”

I froze. That was the thing I was dreading the most...

I shook my head no and I could feel her loosing her grip on me. She pulled away from the hug, tears brimming her eyes, making me feel guilty. “He’s going to be so devastated. He really has taken a liking to you, dear.” She said, making me feel even more guilty.

I sighed. “I know...it’s just so hard knowing that he’ll be so sad.” I wiped a stray tear that was rolling down my cheek.

Sister brought her hand up and caressed my cheek, smiling sadly. “It has to be done, sweetie. Ripping off the band-aid.”

I nodded and placed my hand above hers. She quickly pointed out Cardinal Copia, now named Papa Emeritus IV, in the group of people and encouraged me to walk over to him.

I nervously approached him, seeing his eyes brighten with joy as he noticed me.

Damn...

“Hey, Cop- uh, Papa.” I stutter. I always called him Copia, but now he’s much more higher up now, taking on the role of Papa Emeritus now.

Copia smiled and shook his head slightly. “You don’t have to he so formal with me, dolcezza. Just because I’m Papa now doesn’t mean you have to call me that.” He told me in his endearing Italian accent.

Oh lucifer, I’m gonna miss him...

“I, uh, need to talk to you.” I said, and he gestured for me to continue speaking. But I looked around nervously at all the people close by, and he quickly realized that I meant in private.

He guided me over to the corner of the room, away from the group. “Now, what is it, cara mia?”

Come on, Y/N. Just like ripping off a band-aid...

“Copia...I’m moving away...in two days.”

My words hung in the air with a bitter silence. Nervousness filled me to the brim when he looked like he didn’t even hear me at first, so afraid that I’d have to repeat myself. The nervousness quickly turned into anxiety when his face finally contorted from shock to a frown. He didn’t say anything. Not even a sigh of displeasure, but his eyes never met mine. But if they did, they would be filled with heartache.

I was stunned into silence when Copia quickly walked off, not even saying so much as a goodbye. He pushed past all the people (and Ghouls), heading to his new office in the church.

“Y/N?” A warm hand was placed on my shoulder, Sister’s hand.

“He didn’t even say anything. He just...left.” I reached up and covered my mouth to muffle the hiccups caused by trying not to cry this whole morning, but a few escaped the sound barrier that my hand caused and reached Sister’s ears.

“Go find him.”

I turned around and looked at Sister Imperator in shock. “Find him? He couldn’t even look at me!”

“He’s in shock, dear. He probably just needs a few minutes to process it. Go to his office after everyone leaves. That’ll be enough time to mull his over. And if he won’t see you, I’ll go into that silly office of his and smack him in the head.”

I laugh tearfully. I love this woman. “Okay.” I agreed.

“Good.” She nodded. “Now, you might want to go say goodbye to everyone else.”

I sigh and look over to the group of people (+Ghouls) that I’ve made friends with and grew to care about for years now. This won’t be easy either...

After about a half hour of goodbyes, hugs, and more tears (and some sorrowful mewling from some of the Ghouls), everyone started to trickle off. Heading back home, going about their lives the same way it’s always been for them.

When I get home, I’ll have to start packing my life away into cardboard boxes.

I shook the thought away quickly.

It was eerily quiet in the church now the everyone headed out. It was time for me to confront Copia...again.

I walked out of the chapel and into the great foyer of the church, looking up to see the stained glass murals of all the previous Papas embedded into the wall. The sun shining on the glass from the outside making the hall glow in certain colors of the memorial pieces.

I’m gonna miss this place.

I reach the end of the hall where Copia’s office was. I quietly sigh and rap my knuckles against the wooden door. I heard a faint, “Who is it?”

“Copia...it’s me.”

There was no response, but I waited at the door.

“I want to talk to you, Copia...please.” I almost whined, leaning my head against the door.

I quickly took a couple steps back when I started to hear footsteps approach, quickly opening the door to reveal Copia. He was out of his Anti-pope robes and into his regular suit, his Papa paint almost completely off, but it still looked smudged in places.

If only he used the makeup remover wipes I brought him...

I stepped into the office, turned around and closed the door. Turning back, Copia was back at his desk. He was sitting on the desk top, his right leg swinging slightly, looking at me expectantly. “Well?” He said.

“Copia, I-”

“It’s Papa.” He deadpanned.

I sighed in frustration. “I never wanted this to happen, Copia.”

“Then why? Why are you choosing to move?”

“I...” I tried holding back tears, making my eyes burn. “It’s my parents...”

“Your parents are making you move?” He laughed bitterly. “I thought you were a grown woman who could make decisions for herself?”

I looked down, gravity forcing the tears out of my eyes, landing on the floor with muted thud.

I heard Copia sigh. The desk creaked slightly when he stood up from it, hearing his footsteps get closer until he was right in front of me.

He tucked his pointer finger under my chin and gently raised my head, making me look into his eyes that seemed regretful.

“Why are you moving, cara mia?” He asked softly.

“I don’t want my parents to think I abandoned them.” I whimpered.

“Oh, mia dolce, your parents aren’t going to think you abandoned them if you wanted to stay.” Copia cooed, now caressed my hair. “All the times you said you couldn’t join us, was it because of your parents?”

I reluctantly nodded. “They...they need me.”

“Come on.” Copia suddenly started pulling me towards the office telephone. “Call them. Tell them what you really feel.”

I blushed and started panicking. “W-what? N-no! I can’t do that!”

He sighed, and started dialing my parents’ phone number. “I know you parents, cara mia. They’ll understand. Trust me.” He said.

I was panicked as the phone rang, but seeing how confident Copia was about my parents made me feel a little less stressed. Him holding my hand the entire time helped too.

“Hello?” The cheery voice of my mom answered.

“M-mom?” My voice trembled.

“Oh hi, dear! We were just packing! Are you still at the church?”

I sigh, here goes. “Mom, I...I don’t want to move. I want to stay here. I love it here so much, and...I want to join the church! I want to become a member...are you mad?”

I flinched when my mom laughed loudly into the phone, making me furrow my eyebrows. “Honey, I was wondering when you were gonna break!”

“W-what?”

“You don’t think I know my own child? I knew you were going to stay at that church. Your father and I actually made a bet to see how long you’d put up with all this moving shit!” She laughed again.

“Wait...so, you’re not mad?” I asked, still shocked.

“Of course not, sweetie! I know how much that church makes you happy. All we want is for you to be happy, hon.”

“I thought you needed me.”

“Oh sweetheart, we’ll always need you. But if you’re happy, then we’re happy. We knew you weren’t gonna stay with us forever! You have a life too, as well as us. Plus, we’re not 90 year old people who need someone to carry us every time we need to take a shit! We can take care of ourselves.”

I looked over to Copia with a grin, and he smiled back softly and mouthed, “I told you so.”

“Now, come home and help us pack up all out shit!” My mom said with a laugh and hung up.

As soon as she hung up, I squealed in joy and jumped into Copia’s arms. He staggered back by sudden force of my happiness, but he laughed breathlessly. “Didn’t I say to trust me?” He said as he pulled away, looking at me with a goofy grin.

I don’t know what came over me, but I reached out and brought his face down to mine, shocking him still when I pushed my lips up against his.

I quickly realized what I was doing and pulled away. “Uh...I’m so sorry! I don’t-”

Copia cut me off mid-sentence, bringing me into another spur of the moment kiss.

I immediately relaxed and reciprocated his kiss, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his slicked back hair and him bringing his arms to wrap around my waist to pull me closer. I smile into the kiss, feeling his mustache tickle at my sensitive skin.

This moment was perfect.

We both pulled away. The heat of moment taking our breath away, making us both take deep inhales to get oxygen rushing to the brain.

“Cara mia, I’ve waited for this moment for so long.” Copia smiled.

I let him know that I felt the same way by giving him another peck on the lips. “Looks like you’re stuck with me from now on.” I grinned.

“That is not something to feel bad about, mia dolce.”

“Not at all.”

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Don’t really know how churches of Satan go about having services if they even have them, but in my dream we were in a regular looking church soooo...

What I actually saw in my dream: Copia not having a reaction to me leaving (what a heartless bastard) and the stained glass murals to the Papas.

Shimmying His Way Into Your Heart - Swiss Ghoul (Ghost)

I have no idea what this is lmao.

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Swiss was watching you from across the room, you were helping Aether tune his guitar an hour or so before the show.

You were a guitar tech for this tour, and Swiss had become totally smitten with you. You, however, weren’t so easily charmed.

You found that every time Swiss needed help with his guitar, he’d try to flirt with you. You almost took to it at first, but soon you found that he would mess up the tuning on his instrument on purpose, just so he could talk to you.

You found this incredibly unprofessional and started to get another tech to help him out. You liked Swiss, but you started to get annoyed whenever he’d do anything, and that would not help you keep the job if and when you finally snap at him. You decided to ignore him so that wouldn’t happen.

You took your job seriously, to the point where some (mostly Swiss) would call you a buzzkill, and you felt he tried to stop you from doing a good job. You just did not understand how hard it was to not distract someone from their job.

Swiss tried a lot to get you to like him, but he realized it didn’t work pretty quickly when you started to ignore him. Even outside of show time. He didn’t understand what he was doing wrong, usually his flirting worked on most people.

He figured you were playing hard to get. That had to be it. At least, that’s the reason he convinced himself to believe.

You felt a heavy weight on you. You’ve felt it before, you knew what it was and sighed. “He’s staring, isn’t he?” You asked the Ghoul in front of you.

“Ha ha...yeah.” Aether said nervously.

“Why can’t he just leave me alone...” You frowned.

“He means well Y/N.”

“He’s a pain in my ass is what he is.”

Aether chuckled. “Huh, that’s what I say about Dew.”

You rolled you eyes and finished up the guitar’s tuning. “Okay, try that.”

Aether strummed a few cords, mouth upturned in a smile. “Perfect. Thanks Y/N.”

You weakly smiled back. “No problem.”

But before you could walk away, Aether tapped you on the shoulder. “Go easy on Swiss, okay? He really does like you, just give him a chance.”

Turning back around, your eyes met Swiss’. He gave you a bright smile and a little wave. You were having a shitty day already, so you didn’t even bother waving back.

Swiss was starting to have trouble convincing himself that you were just playing hard to get. He frowned when you just walked away, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

An hour passed and Swiss was still feeling the bitterness of your apparent rejection to even acknowledge him, he didn’t even feel the nervous excitement for the show when he was putting on his makeup and show attire.

The rest of the Ghouls could feel his sad aura filling the room, making some of them bummed out as well. Rain was feeling it most of all, being a water Ghoul making him more sensitive to others feelings.

Aether quickly tried to hype up everyone for the upcoming show, considering it was almost the end of the tour. They had no trouble reciprocating the excitement, even Rain felt a little better. But Swiss just couldn’t get out of the little rut he was in. 

The Ghouls figured he’d feel better once he heard all the fans cheering for them once they got on stage.

Yet, the Ghoul did not cheer up nearly as much as the rest of the band thought. The whole show, Swiss didn’t dance. He still produced those beautiful backup vocals along with the Ghoulettes and swayed to the melody of certain songs. But he didn’t break out into a dance, he didn’t even shoulder shimmy once.

From side stage, you noticed this. You started to feel guilty about ignoring him when you felt you needed to. You thought that maybe you should talk to him after the show.

Well, the show ended and all the Ghouls and Papa Emeritus IV ran off stage. Some of the Ghouls gave you sweaty hugs for doing a fine job of switching out their instruments when the specific song called for it. But Swiss didn’t even glace your way, nor did you go to him as you felt you should.

A few days go by and Swiss still hasn’t changed his sour attitude, on and off stage. And the fans definitely took notice of this as well. Scrolling through Twitter you’d see the occasional tweet that would question the Ghoul’s gloomy state.

It irked you to no end.

Eventually, the Ghoul that would converse with you was Aether. The others placing the blame on you for Swiss’ attitude change, but Aether never blamed you once. He was thankfully sympathetic.

Everyday, you just wished for the situation to go away on its own. But from previous life experiences, you knew you have to put in the work to make a problem go away. And that’s exactly what you had to do. You wished you’d dealt with the issue as soon as it came up. But oh well, you live and you learn.

The tour buses were currently parked in the middle of nowhere, as a gas station in between cities to refuel. The Ghouls outside stretching their legs and adventuring around since no one would really see them, and plus it’s takes a long damn time to refuel those large buses.

You thought it would be the perfect time to address Swiss and get the confrontation over with.

You hopped out of the bus and looked around, smiling at seeing the Ghouls relaxing in their own way. Dewdrop was enjoying the sunny day, lifting up his face to the sun. Mountain was just sitting in the grass on the other side of the road, being a typical earth ghoul. Rain didn’t really like being out in the sun that much, unless he drank a lot of water. He was outside so you figured he did. The Ghoulettes were just talking, leaning against the side of the bus.

You furrowed your brows when you realized that you hadn’t seen Aether, or Swiss for that matter. Usually they’d be out and about with the rest of the Ghouls.

You relaxed slightly when you thought to yourself that maybe you could procrastinate just one day, not having to talk to Swiss.

But you thought that too soon.

Your eyes looked over to the bus door when you heard it creak open. The two missing Ghouls walking out, Aether patting Swiss on the back. 

Aether caught your gaze and frowned, almost disappointingly.

You sighed, knowing that it was officially the day to talk to Swiss.

Before Swiss could go anywhere, you walked up to him and looked to Aether. “Could you, uh, give us a moment, Aeth?” You asked timidly, making Swiss snap his head at you in confusion.

You nodded see Aether smile behind his mask and he nodded, stepping away and joining Dewdrop.

“What do you want?” Swiss asked, surprising with with how soft his voice sounded.

“I have some things to say to you.”

Swiss sighed and turned to you, leaning against the bus door. “I’m listening.” He motioned for you to continue.

“I...” You took a deep breath. “I really love this job and I thought that, if I were to be involved with you that I’d lose this. And I was scared. I just wanted to apologize for making it seem like I didn’t like you. I mean, honestly, I found you annoying but...you were sweet.” You chuckled nervously. “I thought I needed to be completely professional, but then I realized ignoring you in fear that I’d succumb to your flirtatious nature was in itself, really unprofessional. The guilt just got worse when you stopped dancing on stage...so...I’m sorry for hurting you, Swiss.”

You didn’t realize until you looked up at him, that Swiss was wearing a soft smile the entire time. The look of shock on your face made chuckle. “Goddamn girl, you couldn’t have told me this earlier?! I just had a heart to heart with Aether cause I thought you hated me!” He laughed loudly, making you blush.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner.” You said, embarrassed.

Swiss wiped an escaped tear off of his mask and put a hand on you shoulder. “You don’t have to worry anymore, Y/N. I understand now.”

You almost could’ve let out a sigh in relief.

“Well, I guess that’s it then. You don’t want to be with me?” He said with a sad smile.

“I never said that, Swiss.” You said bashfully. “But...I would like to take things slow.”

Swiss smirked. “Slow and steady wins the race, baby girl.”

You cringed. “Please don’t call me that.” You giggled.

The next and final show of the tour, Swiss was his normal self again. He danced his little heart out that night, glancing over at you with a smile the whole night.

He also did his iconic shimmying, so much in fact that he knocked his tambourine off his mic stand.

You were finally smitten.

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God, was I on fuckin crack when I wrote this😂 

Ghoulish Portraits - Rain Ghoul (Ghost)

No idea what this is lol. I’ve been wanting to make more Ghost content but haven’t been able to think of anything. Then bam! This idea hits me as I’m coloring.

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All the Ghouls were hanging around the ministry's sitting room, admiring the portrait that you had created.

“I don’t understand how she can draw things so life like!” Swiss awed.

“Hey! I’m not a thing!” Aether whined.

“She doesn’t just do portraits jackass!” Swiss argued back.

The drawing was of Aether. You had a talent for making very detailed drawings, even of people...or Ghouls. You had drawn most of the Ghouls already, Aether being the newest and you gave the drawing to him last night.

The Ghouls found out that you could draw when Dewdrop saw your sketchbook a few weeks back, well, more like stole it from you.

You had been drawing some of the scenery in the ministry’s huge garden and you left your book on a bench for what you swear was only five seconds, but that amount of time was all it took for the feisty fire Ghoul to steal the book.

You were furious, but the rest of the Ghouls forced him to apologize...that was after they all looked through the book first. But you found that it was hard to stay mad at the Ghouls for long.

Soon after, some of the Ghouls came to you to see if you could draw them. At first, you didn’t want to because you were still slightly bitter from when they saw your book without your permission, but Swiss was very persuasive.

You drew Swiss first, and he loved it of course. He made sure to rub it in everyone’s face that he was the first Ghoul you had drawn.

Cirrus and Cumulus asked if you could draw them together after, which you happily obliged. Then you drew Mountain.

Dewdrop wanted you to draw him too, but you refused to when he stomped over to you and basically commanded you to draw him, which was rude. You told him you’d only draw him if he asked nicely. Your request irked him and elicited a growl from him.

You decided to draw Aether just to spite him.

“She even got your thick ass thighs!” Swiss laughed.

“Shut up!” Aether complained.

“Well...he’s not wrong.” Rain mumbled.

Rain really wanted you to draw him, but he was shy and afraid to ask you.

The rest of the Ghouls tried to encourage him to ask you, knowing that you’d be happy to draw him, but Rain was petrified of rejection.

In truth, you had been waiting for the water Ghoul to approach you to be drawn, but became disappointed when it didn’t happen. You had taken a liking to the Ghoul, his shy personality captivating you. You had almost the Ghoul yourself, but you didn’t want to scare him off.

So you decided to let him come to you when he was ready, if he ever was.

“Rain, when are you gonna get yours done?” Dewdrop teased, knowing how he felt about you.

Rain’s ears turned to the side as he blushed, not liking his fellow Ghoul making fun of his nervousness towards you.

“Shut up, Dew. You know how Rain is.” Aether fussed, making Dewdrop angry.

“I’m just joking around with him, asshole!” Dewdrop growled.

Rain rolled his eyes and sighed, starting to walk out of the room when he sensed that the two bickering Ghouls were going to start fighting with each other again. Rain wasn’t one for conflict.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, he heard some crashes coming from inside of the sitting room. He was thankful he left when he did. The last time Dew and Aether fought wasn’t pretty and Rain accidentally got involved and got a few deep scratches from trying to stop the two Ghouls.

Never again would he try to get in between one of Aether and Dewdrop’s fights.

Rain suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, looking over to see Swiss. “How bad was it?” He asked.

Swiss smiled. “Not too bad. Just a few broken vases and some scratches, maybe a couple ripped up pillows. Sister Imperator is not gonna be happy.”

“Like she ever is when Dew and Aether get into fights.”

“True, true.”

Swiss followed after Rain when he started walking away. “So, not to make you upset again, but...are you ever gonna ask Y/N to draw you?”

Rain sighed. “I want to...but, I guess I’m just scared.

Swiss refrained from laughing. “Come on! She’s drawn most of us by now, there’s no reason she wouldn’t draw you too!”

“I guess...”

“If you’re that nervous...I can ask her for you!”

“No!” Rain suddenly raised his voice, causing himself to blush again. “No...I want to do it.”

“That’s it!” Swiss patted him on the back. “I think she’s in the garden again.” Swiss pushed him in the direction of the garden. “Go on!”

“Now?!”

“Yes!”

Rain sighed and rubbed his hands together. “Okay...”

Rain peeked around the corner and saw you were indeed sitting in the garden, sketchbook in hand. You were sitting on the usual bench you sat on when you drew. The Sun shined through the circular glass dome that covered the garden, the rays of light giving your person a soft glow around you that made you look like a fallen angel.

You had an intense stare on your face, the typical face you make when you’re concentrating hard on a sketch. Rain though it was cute, and he didn’t realize he was smiling until you turned your head up to take another look at what you were trying to draw.

Mountain had recently planted a bunch of Chrysanthemums in the garden and you were awed by how beautiful they were, and you just had to draw them.

Rain shook his head, trying to get himself to walk over to you. But you were so concentrated on what you were drawing, he would feel bad if he broke that concentration. He didn’t want to bother you while you were working. Wouldn’t that be rude? He didn’t want to be rude.

Unfortunately for Rain, he hadn’t realized that he was out in the open and just staring at you.

From your peripheral vision, you saw that Rain was staring at you. If it was any other Ghoul, you probably would’ve been a little creeped out. But you knew how Rain was. Poor thing was probably too nervous to talk to you.

You smiled, hoping that he’d find it easier to approach you than when you were wearing that focused face. You were annoyed at yourself for having a resting bitch face, not liking that it made people hesitant to approach you. But anyone who knew your personality knows that you were the opposite of a bitch to those who are nice to you.

You decided to call out to Rain. It was risk, but you wanted to talk to him. “Hello, Rain!” You smiled at him.

Rain’s eyes widened, finally realizing he wasn’t hiding anymore. He had no choice but to talk to you now. “Hi...” He tried not to stutter.

“You can come over.” You beckoned him over softly, trying to make him comfortable as possible.

Rain finally gave a little smile and sauntered over to the bench where you were sitting.

“Have you seen the flowers Mountain planted yet? Aren’t they so pretty?” You asked once Rain sat beside you.

Rain followed your gaze and saw that there were indeed new flowers in the earth. “Hmm, yeah. I’m not really a big flower guy though...” He chuckled nervously.

“Oh, me either. I just think they’re pretty.”

I think you’re pretty, is what Rain would’ve said if he had any flirting skills at all. But instead he just hummed in agreement.

He looked over to you drawing and saw that it looked amazing. “Wow...” He voiced accidentally.

You giggled. “It’s not even done yet!”

“I think it still looks really good. No. Incredible.”

Now it was your turn to blush. “Well, thank you.” You smiled bashfully.

“I was thinking...” Rain started, getting your undivided attention, making the Ghoul feel the pressure to word his thought correctly. “Uh, I thought, maybe you could draw me?”

Silence.

“You don’t have to though!” Rain panicked. “I was just, uh, well, you had drawn some of the others and I just thought, uh, oh, uh. Ah fuck, sorry. You don’t have to!” Rain continued ranted nervously.

“Rain!” You called out, grinning from ear to ear. “You don’t have to apologize! I’d love to draw you!”

Rain’s eyes lit up and his tail started quivering in excitement. “Really? You don’t have to! I mean, I’d love-”

You stopped him from nervously ranting again by putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Rain.” You said softly. “I’d love to draw you.”

Rain smiled and sighed in relief.

“If I’m being honest, I’ve kinda been waiting for you to ask me.” You chuckled nervously.

Rain’s eyes widened. “Oh...well, in that case, I wish I had come to you sooner.” He grinned.

“Well, you’re here now.” You smiled back.

~~~~~~~~~~

Aerophobia - Mountain Ghoul (Ghost)

Soft boi vibes today lads 😊

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You watched as Mountain fiddled with his hoodie nervously, him really not loving where the band was currently headed.

It was the start of a new tour cycle, starting in the States. Meaning, they had to fly.

Now this wouldn’t be that big of a deal normally. But Mountain, being an Earth type, like to keep his feet planted on the ground.

The Ghoul loved touring, playing and seeing the fans. But he had one great fear that always came with the touring territory.

Flying.

Every time they’d have to tour by plane, it was something Mountain always dreaded. He absolutely hates it, and unfortunately gets picked on because of it sometimes.

Cirrus and Cumulus loves flying, since they are air types. The other Ghouls didn’t really mind it, besides Rain who gets a little nervous when the plane comes across some turbulence.

You weren’t new to tour life, so you’ve seen your fair share of band members who had some minor phobias of flying. But Mountain was a whole other story.

Mountain was not made for being in the air for any amount of time, even in the safety of a plane. He was made to be one with earth, nature, ground. So you understood how difficult it was for him to do this more than he ever thought he’d have to do.

Some of the crew joked that you were his designated flying buddy. Being that you had a natural calming and compassionate energy, Mountain always gravitated to you whenever he was anxious on tour.

You didn’t mind.

Mountain started tapping his foot and his breathing was uneven as the car pulled up to the private plane that was currently being fueled.

It was a pretty sad sight to see him shakily taking his suitcase out of the trunk and basically hyperventilating. You wished you could’ve calmed him down, but you knew nothing would really help.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes once you started to hear some of the Ghouls snickering at Mountain’s misery.

You gently placed your hand on the nervous Ghoul’s shoulder, him giving you an appreciative smile.

After helping a couple crewmates put away some luggage, you finally took your seat next to Mountain.

You smiled slightly when you saw him softly petting his mountain goat plushie that a fan gave him a while back, but you could still feel the anxiousness radiating off him like heat.

You mentally gasped when you realized you had forgotten to give him a gift of your own.

You reached down and grabbed your travel bag and searched around before finally feeling what you were looking for.

You pulled out a small glass vial with a chain attached to it, the vial containing a little bit of dirt from the garden of the Abbey.

Mountain gave you a confused look when you handed it over. “What’s this?” He asked, his voice wavering a bit.

“It’s a vial that has some dirt in it from home. I know it probably won’t help much, but I thought having a little piece of earth might help ease your nerves just a little.” You smiled.

Mountain just stared at the vial, shaking the contents inside gently. You were about to apologize, suddenly feeling silly. But he spoke first. “Thank you, Y/N. That’s really sweet.” He smiled genuinely.

Having the little bit of home didn’t help Mountain overcome his fear of flying of course, but it was a good reminder that he was safe.

Every time the plane would hit an air pocket in the sky, you would see Mountain clutch the vial and his stuffed animal tightly close to his chest.

Mountain ended up falling asleep much easier on that flight, leaning his horned head against your shoulder.

Still clutching that vial.

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uwu

Spoilers for The 100

Kay, so, I’m writing this almost immediately after the series finale so my thoughts will probably be very disorganized. No, they will be.

First of all, the way I screamed when I saw Lexa.

It was sorta bittersweet though, it wasn’t really Lexa, so that hurt a lot. But it was still really nice to see her again. Even got a Clexa hug (clarke should’ve kissed her🙃) 

Secondly, I cried so much lmao.

The way Clarke killed Cadogan was kinda anticlimactic, but at least we got to see him bleed. It was cool seeing Callie too.

The whole transcending thing was kinda “eh” for me, but I did sob when O said Bellamy was right. I’m glad he was.

Abby. Ngl, I almost thought Raven was gonna see Finn, but whatever. I stopped really liking Abby back in season 5, so it wasn’t really a big gut puncher.

Omg, Octavia’s speech. She is the best character period.

Emori and Murphy. Goddamn, I was SWEATING. Out of ALL of the characters, I wanted him and Octavia to make it out alive. So when Murphy put Emori’s mind drive in his head, I cried...again. Cause I knew that meant he’d die eventually. And I could handle Emori dying, but not my precious cockroach. So I was relieved when they all turned to fairy dust. 

God, the fucking parallels to the beginning of season 5 when Clarke was on Earth alone after Praimfaya. Had me crying as well. I couldn’t even bear the thought of her staying alone until she died, at least she had Picasso.

“LEXA” AGAIN.

As soon as Clarke started saying that “she didn’t want to be alone,” I fuckin knew someone was gonna show up. I’ll admit, I was clowning and really hoping Bellamy was gonna show up and be like, “You’re not alone, princess.” But oh well.

The ending where everyone chose to be with Clarke instead was really sweet. And oml, Clurphy hug. Finally!

I was crying already, but what would’ve made me choke on tears is if Bellamy somehow made it. Like, he believed in the transcending bullshit. It was NOT fair of him to be left out when he was there from the very beginning. He deserved to transcend more than anyone. Bell deserved happiness so bad.

All in all, I’m pretty disappointed with how this season has gone. Shitty writing, shitty character development. The real Bellamy would not betray his friends, not even for his “religion.” The real Clarke would not shoot her best friend without doing everything she possibly could to avoid it. Echope also should’ve been a thing, but oh well.

JRoth is the pettiest man on the planet. I wholeheartedly believe he did the leads so dirty is because of personal conflicts with the actors. Eliza and Bob are terrible people and who knows how horrible they were on set. If it wasn’t for the fact that this happened before with Ricky, I could’ve believed it was justified. But if seems to me that JRoth writes off or ruins their character because he doesn’t get along with the actors. That’s extremely unprofessional. The “soulmates” probably were too, but I’ve always been told two wrongs don’t make a right.

Killing off characters just to spite someone is not fair, especially to the fans.

Spending years to develop these fictional people just to kill them off for no reason. Absolutely crazy. That leads me to other thing.

Bellarke.

I just, it’s so weird to me. Probably the most buildup between two characters I’ve ever seen, just to end the way it does.

“Together.” “If I’m on that list, you’re on that list.” “You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you do this alone.” “You want forgiveness, I’ll give that to you. You’re forgiven.” “Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll stop fighting. Just please don’t kill him.”

Countless other quotes and shit.

LIKE?!?!?! 

All the hugs! The longing gazes! Even Lexa herself said that Clarke cared about Bellamy more than anyone else!!! ?? I am confusion.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I’d be all heart eyes if someone I cared about said those things to me/about me. I’m a Bellarke shipper, so it’s biased. But I really cannot see how any of those phrases or actions can be seen as “Platonic.”

...none of my friend(s) say or do those things lol.

I’m rambling so this probably doesn’t even make sense anymore.

Clexa. Bellarke. I love all the ships, especially those two.

It’s been a long journey. Full of pain mostly. But it’s done. It’s over. I adored this show, even all its mistakes. It has been my favorite show for years. I’m happy for all the characters that they get to live in peace now, maybe even the dead ones have found peace wherever they are.

I would say may we meet again, but I really don’t. ✌🏼